Seven

3.5

Post-lunch with Myra, I'm not feeling much better about anything.  It was just me and her at lunch, and everything felt normal.  It felt like last year, sophomore year, like everything was good and peachy.

I am honestly ashamed to say this, but I miss those times with her.  I miss all of that, every single part of it.

After school, I'm driving Graham home again.  With the weather getting colder and him still being a nice guy, I offered to drive him home everyday, if he wants it.  I don't know if he'll show up at my car with everything that went on last night, but I guess we'll see.

I'm pleasantly very surprised when I reach the parking lot and Graham is standing besides the passenger door to my car.  Clicking the unlock button, he climbs in and I finish my walk towards the car.

"Hey," I say, getting in the car.  He just smiled in a very small manner.  "Buckle up."

We each put on our seat belts as I also find a good radio station for the time being.

"I have a question," I state.  "Actually, its more like a favor."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Wanna go to the mall with me?" I ask.

"That's it?" He scoffs.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I'll go," He shrugs.  "As you know, I probably have nothing better going on."

"I've wanting to get my ears pierced, so I decided that today is the day," I announce.

"You have your ears pierced, though?"

"Yeah, I want to get my triples done," I reply.  "And my cartilage."

"What's that?" He asks.

"Since I already have two done on each ear, I also want my third.  Those are the triples.  Then the cartilage is the little part on your ear that curls over towards the top.  I'll get my left one done there."

"That's a lot of piercing."

"Oh well," I shrug.  "It's on my bucket list."

"You have a bucket list?" He scoffs.

"Yes, Graham, I do," I sigh, knowing that he's slyly getting to the whole depression thing again.

"Don't you want to get through those things?" He asks.

"I mean, isn't that what the point of a bucket list is?" I respond.

"Mhm," He notes softly. "I now have a favor-ish to ask you."

"Okay."

"Want to go on a road trip?"

"A road trip?" I muse. "Where?"

"Anywhere," he shrugs. "Everywhere."

"Yeah," I nod my head after thinking about it for a minute. It could be fun. "When?"

"Tonight?" He shrugs. "For, say, a week? We'll come back next Monday?"

"What about school?" I ask. "We'd miss the rest of the week and next Monday."